Page 28 of Relentless Knight

He tosses them aside and pauses as he stares down at me. “Christ,” he rasps, the desire in his eyes so intense it might just light my skin on fire.

I feel the same way about him as I take in his rippling chest and abdomen, the way his cock presses adamantly against his joggers.

“Condom?” he growls.

Thank God for clinicals and hospitals that are always handing out freebies. And while I’ve never gone far enough to need one before, a girl can always dream. So I keep a few in my nightstand—just in case. “That drawer,” I breathe, pointing.

And my heart stutters when he rocks up off the bed momentarily. He digs quickly through the drawer, pulling out a purple foil. I have no clue if it will be the right size or even a brand he likes, and honestly, right now, I’m not sure I care. I’d let him fuck me without it I want to feel Lance inside me so badly.

Quickly stripping his sweatpants, Lance releases his impressive erection, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of his thick length.Not that I have a lot of firsthand experience to go on—okay, I have none actually—but are cocks supposed to bethatlarge?

Heat throbs between my thighs as I watch him roll the condom down his impressive girth. Then his molten blue gaze returns to mine as he comes back to bed. Lips parted, I suck in shaky breaths as I watch him climb between my thighs. It’s now or never, and while I’m slightly terrified to actually be losing my virginity so unexpectedly, I’ve never wanted anything more desperately in my life.

Only Lance doesn’t take me right away like I thought he might. Instead, he grasps one of my ankles, bringing my foot up off the bed. And gently, he kisses the fading ring of bruises from where the zip ties kept me trapped against the chair. My heart twinges to see the tender gesture.

But then his lips slowly trail up the inside of my calf, my knee, my thigh, and a fresh round of butterflies erupt in my stomach when he finds the small patch of hair at the peak of my thighs. Hot breath washes across the sensitive flesh, and I shudder at the sinfully erotic sensation. Of having Lance Knight’s mouth less than an inch from my most intimate spot.

His tongue strokes out, the tip sliding along my slit as he gently parts my folds, and I nearly lose my mind at the intensely euphoric sensation. I thought it might be embarrassing—moments before, I was on the verge of feeling self-conscious. Buthis mouth delivering such ecstasy wipes any bashful thoughts from my mind.

“Oh God, yes!” I gasp, my fingers combing into his hair once more as I cling to him for dear life.

He releases a low, throaty sound of approval, his tongue delving more adamantly as he licks up my juices.

And then his mouth closes around my clit.

I buck off the bed, my hips levitating with the intensity of my excitement.

He’s only just started to pleasure me, and yet, I can feel my climax blasting through me like an atomic bomb. Screaming his name, I come hard and fast all over Lance’s tongue. And all the while, he continues to suck gently on my clit, teasing every last drop of pleasure from my body.

Then, as I collapse back onto the bed, having survived the best orgasm of my life, he slowly rises from between my thighs, a wicked smile on his glistening lips.

I’ve never seen this side of Lance. This dangerously tempting, sinfully predatory side. Like he’s the lion and I’m the mouse caught between his paws. My stomach quivers with anticipation as he strokes one large hand down his face, cleaning my arousal from his facial hair—his incredibly soft, almost ticklish beard.

And when he leans over me, his hips settling between my thighs as he aligns our body, I think I might have just died. Whether I went to heaven or hell, I can’t quite say. But wherever I am, I’ll gladly stay here for eternity.

“You taste delicious,” he purrs. And as if he wants me to share in the experience, he kisses me deeply, stroking his tongue between my lips.

Fresh arousal jolts through my body as I taste what must be my own tang. I don’t know why that’s so ridiculously sexy. But having Lance eat my out and then call me delicious might just be the single hottest thing a man has ever done to me. It’sso insanely erotic, I almost don’t register the slick rubber that nudges softly between my folds.

But as Lance’s swollen tip finds my entrance, I’m immediately brought back to reality. Holy cow. This is really happening. I’m about to lose my virginity to the man I’ve been crushing on since before I had breasts.

I barely have time to wrap my mind around it before he thrusts inside me.

All the way inside of me.

And suddenly, it’s all I can do not to scream.

Because dear God, he’s so big, it hurts.

Clinging to him, I lock down every muscle in my body, willing myself to ride out the pain. I know this can happen—that it can hurt when the hymen breaks—and I breathe through the overwhelming sense of fear and vulnerability that washes through me unexpectedly.

But as if he senses my distress, Lance stills inside of me. Breaking our kiss, he breathes heavily as he rests his forehead against mine. “You okay?” he rasps.

Biting back a whimper, I nod.

“Sorry. I know I’m big.”

The understatement of the century. But as he gives me a moment to wrap my mind around it, my muscles start to relax. And the sharp, intense initial pain is fading. In its wake, a throbbing pulse starts between my thighs. I’ve never felt so full, so incredibly stretched andclaimed. But damn does it feel good to be so intensely intertwined with Lance’s body.

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